Friendzone

This story is too much to explain in one paragraph, but you can still read my attempt of a summary.
16 year old Harold Matthews is a young Harry Styles look alike that lives in England and always gets the girl he wants, but not for long. After a huge fight between his parents that causes them to split up and motivates Harry's father to move himself and Harry to move to Orlando, Harry falls in love with the girl of his dreams, Jasmine. But, Jasmine has an abusive boyfriend and someone is jealous of Harry and Jasmine's relationship so they desperately try to split them up, anonymously. Wanna know more? READ TO FIND OUT YOU LAZY BUM!!!!! jk but seriously you should read this.
And btw there is some harsh language and sexual chizz that I thought I should warn you about before you start reading even though every other Movella has the same type of content. Sorry that the cover page isn't so attractive. But anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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9. Party

Harry's P.O.V

"Hey Harry, they call me Louis,"he said waving his hand and smiling friendly.

He had the same hair style of Louis Tomlinson, but it was just a bit of a darker shade of brown and you can tell his hair was naturally like that. He had blueish green eyes and really bright smile. He was a bit more tan than Louis Tomilson. He has tattoos, a couple on his wrists, one on the side of his neck, and that's all I can see from here. He has British accent with a little bit of Australian mixed in there.

"And I'm Jamal, but everyone calls me Zayn. I like your trunks,"he said in a deep voice talking slow,combing through his dark brown hair that almost looks black.

"Thanks,"I replied.

His hair is really cool, he doesn't have that quiff that Zayn Malik has. If you ever seen Zayn Malik's hair unquiffed and styled, it kind of looks like that, but a little bit more different. His hair is really cool. So cool that it's unexplainable. He looks more like the bad boy type. He has a little more tattoos than Louis. He's mysterious, just like Zayn Malik. He has bright hazel eyes that any girl could get lost in. He's like a mixture of a pretty boy and a bad boy. It couldn't look better on anyone else but him. 

"I'm Drew, but they call me Liam. It's nice to meet you," he said extending his hand. I shook it smiling and he smiled back.

Liam had the Bieber hair style, but shorter and his hair was a much darker shade of brown and it was more stiff instead of it just flipping everywhere. He had bushy eyebrows just like mine. They were the same shade of his hair, but just a bit lighter in color. He had an accent just like mine. And his eyes were eye popping. This'll sound gay, but even I stared at his eyes and I could tell he felt awkward about it, but I didn't really care. I get comfortable with people easily. Anyway, his eyes were like sky blue but darker. Closer to a night sky, but that still wouldn't be accurate enough. His eyes just look really cool with his really dark hair. He doesn't have any tattoos. He seems like the type of guy that would be a total sweetheart. Or as they call it the cupcake type of person or whatever. A down-to-earth type of guy. And he's really mature. Polite and kind. He's almost a spitting image of me.

"Now that we got the introduction stuff over with, let's talk about the party,"Niall said,grabbing a soda bottle out of this mini-fridge. It was one of those cool glass ones. I love drinking out of those. The other guys followed. 

"Cherry Coke, Coke, Sprite, Fanta Orange-"Niall listed looking in the fridge.

"Fanta please,"I said before Niall tossed me the bottle.

"Thanks,"I said to Niall.

"And...Mix it!"Louis yelled. They began to mix their sodas together and then they all looked at me.

"You're gonna be a part of this clique so you gotta get with all of our traditions that we call The Bro Rules," Niall explained. 

"Bro rule number 1.."Zayn said.

"The mixing,"Liam said smiling.

"Have you ever seen Drake and Josh?"Zayn asked me.

"Of course. I love that show,"I said thinking about some of my favorite episodes.

"Just like them, we mix our sodas together,"Zayn said.

"It tastes quite delicious actually,"Louis said,"I just got here like a two weeks ago and I feel like I've been here for years. These guys are cool."

"So...shall we mix?"I asked siling.

"Mix it!"Louis yelled, bursting my ear drums. I mixed my drink with everyone.

"And...as former honorary Drink yeller, I hereby assign you the honor of yelling Drink it after the honorary Mix it yeller, Louis, has yelled those special words. Therefore, no one may drink before you yell Drink it. Congratulations!" Niall said. They all began to clap and I did one of those weird waves that queens do and they started to laugh hysterically. These guys are really awesome to be around.

"Drink it!"I yelled. And therefore, everyone gulped down their drink.

"So is everyone here from the England area?"I asked them, breaking the silence. It wasn't an awkward silence. Everyone just seemed to be focused on their drink, which taste better than I thought.

"I'm not,"Zayn said.

"But I can hear a little bit of an accent,"I said.

"It's because I'm around these guys too much. It rubs off on ya,"he said shrugging his shoulders,"The girls seem to like it so it doesn't bother me."

"I know what you mean,"I said. All the boys laughed in agreement.

"Liam and I both moved here when we were little and the accents never faded away like Niall's is,"Louis explained.

"I think you people are taking away my Irish like they're  taking away your  American,"Naill laughed.

I looked out the window to see a beautiful beach, ocean, and girls.

"They call it Guy beach,"Louis said.

"This is where all the girls come to get or just look at guys,"Zayn said, with a smirk.

"Great,"I said, also smirking with Zayn.

The limo creaked to a stop and Liam opened the window that separates the front from the back. A black man peeked his head out the window with a large smile on his face.He was a good looking guy probably in his early 30s. He seems cool. He has black hair, a buzz cut I think because he's wearing a Steelers baseball cap which makes no sense, but I love the Steelers.

"Thanks for the ride,Justin,"Liam said, before crawling out the car and pounding his hand with his fist. The rest of the boys did the same.

"Cool hat. I'm Harry by the way,"I said, pounding his fist and smiling.

"Justin. Welcome to the club bro,"he said in a deep,raspy voice, lightly smiling back.

"Thanks, you too...bro,"I said smiling.

"Don't do that,"he said shaking his head.

"Sorry, later I said before grabbing my towel and heading out the limo.

The boys were in this crowd of girls taking pictures and signing autographs like they were the real One Direction. I smiled at the look of it. Then the girls took notice of me and came over to me asking for pictures and autographs. 

"Hello, I'm Harold Matthews, but they call me Harry,"I said to the crowd of girls in front of me. One of them were crying. I went up to her and she had dirty blonde hair and soft baby blue eyes.

"Don't cry,"I told her, hugging her which only seemed to make her more upset. 

 I started to sing,not rap, some of Eminem's song "Mockingbird" to calm her down. That's what I used to do when I helped my mother babysit.

"Now hush little baby don't you cry everything's gonna be alright. I know it may seem a little crazy pretty baby, but I promise-"she busted in to tears. I let her go, then she just looked at me, so I did the look. That calmed her down.

"You have pretty eyes,"she said,staring in to my eyes,"And a nice voice. Can you take a picture with me?"

"Sure,"I said already practicing my smile as she frantically pulled put her phone. She's more nervous than I am.

I put my face next to hers and smiled. I took another one of me kissing her cheek. She was blushing and I laughed. I did this with several other girls until' the boys told me it was time to get to the beach. I think they were following us, but I didn't mind. I went to the bathroom and changed into my trunks while the boys went with their girlfriends. I tucked my shirt in my trunks so I wouldn't lose it. I walked on the shore line for a while as I waited for a text from Jasmine.

I kept walking and walking and walking,not knowing where I was going. I just walked until' I saw a very pretty girl sitting alone in the tide. She turned around and I smiled, she blushed and turned back to look in to the ocean, then she looked at me and smiled, then again looked away. I walked up to her, preparing the dreamy eyes. I sat right next to her, not saying a word, just looking at her. She looked at me right in the eyes and tried to look away, smiling. She shook her head and looked away.

She has jet black hair. It's really long. It ends at her lower back which I consider to be pretty long. She has a really cool caramel color type looking skin. She has the most eye popping hazel eyes and she does have pimples, but who cares? She still is really pretty and she looks great in her black bikini. She looks commercially, without the make-up.

"Hello,"I said, breaking the silence.

"Curly hair, abs, v-line, blue eyes, dimples, and an accent. That's not fair,"she said not looking at me.

"You know what really isn't fair?"I asked, trying to look her in the eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"That you won't look me in the eyes,"I said before she turned to me,"Better."

"I'm Ashley. I'm in your school,"she said, glancing at the ocean then looking back at me.

"I'm Harry,"I said,"You know what I like most about you?"

"What is that Harry?"

"You don't seem to focus on what you lack physically. You focus more on what you already have, but you're still insecure," I explained before looking out in to the ocean and she did the same.

"You know what I like about you?"

"What is that?"I asked, actually kind of curious.

"That you're extremely good looking, but don't just try to get with a girl, you like to talk to her and see what she's like,"she said smirking,"Or is that just an act?"

"Actually no. I didn't know I did that until' now,"I admitted,"I wish there was more people like me."

"Me too,"she said nodding,"You wanna go to the drink bar with me?"

"Sure,"I said getting up with her. We began to walk down the beach towards the bar already in my sight.

"So tell me about you, Ashley,"I said walking down the beach. All the girls were looking at me and then looking at Ashley in pure envy. I smiled at the thought that I'm just so attractive to Americans. In England, I didn't get half the attention that I get here.

"I'm 16 years old, sophomore. I've always been that girl that guys just wanna...excuse my language...fuck and move on to the next one. I kinda just wanna be someone's true love instead of just another number. You know?"she explained.

"Yeah, I know what you mean a lot of people think of me as a player just because I'm good looking I guess,"I said shrugging my shoulders.

" Exactly. And umm... my parents are divorced and my father is a drug addict so I never see him. But more importantly, my favorite color is purple and my favorite food is probably baked potatoes. Anything else you wanna know?"

"I'm gonna predict that you fall in love easily. As your looking for the guy that doesn't just like you for your body, which is amazing by the way, you fall in love with them  and you think they love your personality and smile and the little things, but then they try to have sex with you and then you break up with them. You don't wanna waste your time on someone who just wants you for sex,"I explained.

"You know Harry, you're a good guy,"she said as we walked into the bar and took a seat.

Before I could say anything else, a man in a Hawaiian type shirt walked up to us and asked us for our order. I payed of course, to continue my good impression streak thing and I tipped the guy 5 bucks.  

"Tell me about you, Harry,"she said, ready to pay attention as she sipped her drink.

"I was born in Homes Chapel,Chesire,England. I'm also 16 and a sophomore. In my old school, I was always that real popular guy that was captain of the football team and got all the girls.But everyone expected to me to ask the girls out, have sex with them, and then dump them. But I'm more of a sit down, talk, and cuddle type of guy. And I don't believe in sex unless you truly love that person. It's kind of a rule for me and I'm proud of it. No one excepted me for that nice guy in my old school, but it just seemed to make girls want me even more. Even my dad wants me to be the player type guy. I mean I think my parents are divorced, but I'm not sure.My dad is a great looking guy and women loved him and my mum is just a bit too jealous to handle the attention that my dad gets. My favorite colors are purple and blue and my favorite food is mac and cheese. I mean I think that's mostly everything about me that you'd want to know,"I said and it may seem like a lot, but she listened to every word.

"I have one question for you,"she said as her phone beeped and she pulled out her phone and slightly frowned.

"What's that?"I asked as she read a text that she had received. 

"What's your number because my friends are telling me to meet them down the beach and I'd love to meet up tomorrow with you,"she said quickly. I told her my number, she made me a contact, and took a picture of me for my contact I guess , and then we did the same for my phone. Then she left and I saw her sit with a couple other girls and a couple of guys. All of her friends sat with a guy and she sat alone, but she still didn't seem isolated. She was laughing with them and stuff. There's a good chance she's single. 

I walked down the beach and was stopped a couple of times to sign autographs, and give hugs, and take pictures. I also got stopped a couple of times by girls that were interested in me saying hi and stuff until' I saw Jazzy sitting with Logan. I rolled my eyes. Some friends of his called him over and he left, leaving Jazzy to sit alone. It was a perfect time to just have some time to talk with Jazzy and the sky was all pink and pretty and stuff and the sun was halfway set over the horizon. I walked over to her, she saw me and smiled. And, as I predicted, she looks great in a bikini.

Jazzy's P.O.V 

I saw Harry looking at Logan and I and then he rolled his eyes and I chuckled inside. Logan's been doing good so far with the abusive stuff and he has a therapy appointment and every time I can tell he's about to get mad, I start to count for him with my hands and count aloud and it seems to calm him down. And so far it seems to be working with our relationship. Maybe that's all Logan needed, help.

"Hey,"Harry says as his perfect blue eyes sparkle in the sunset.

"Hey,"I say to him trying to not seem so excited to talk to him.

"How's it going with you and Logan,"he asked staring straight in to my eyes, obviously concerned. Or is he just reading my mind again?

"It's getting better. I think it might work this time. I put my hand up and count for him when he starts to get mad,"I said and he smiled.

"I'm glad you're happy and all he needed was a little bit of help,"Harry said nodding. It was quiet for a couple seconds, silent. Not an awkward silence. We both just looked at the sun set which is quite beautiful actually. It was more like a calming silence. It was peaceful. I decided to break it even though I didn't want to. I said the first think that came in my mind.

"Did you find a girl yet? There's always a ton of girls that come here to look for a new guy to date,"I asked him, regretting it after I said it. If he actually did, it's all I could think about, even if I didn't want to. I still have feelings for Harry, but I guess Logan just deserves a second chance.

"Yeah, her names Ashley. She seems really cool, I'm meeting up with her tomorrow after choir practice,"Harry explained actually sounding kind of excited.

"Cool. I'm glad you're happy,"I said trying to not sound disappointing. I am happy for him, I really am. It's just that I wish it was me instead of...Ashley,"What's she look like?"

"She has long jet black hair. A cool skin color, it looks like a caramel apple. She has the prettiest hazel eyes and she looks great in a bikini," he said smirking which made me smile,but I felt kind of mad inside because Harry obviously lies her. But does he like her more than me? Was I just another number to him? All the I love you crap was just an act.

"What's wrong?"Harry asks me.

"Nothing, something got in my eye is all,"I lied, rubbing my eye. I'm a bad lier, but I'm a great actor.

"Let me see,"Harry says looking in to my eyes and scooting closer to me,"Oh I see it."

"What is it?"I ask him.

"It's your beauty that you're trying to hide just let it out. You're amazing Jazz, show it,"Harry says, smiling.

Every time he calls me Jazz, it's the most irresistible thing. And then he touched my back, which made it worse. It send shivers down my spine and I swear there are little gymnasts in my stomach having a whole circus. I don't know what makes Harry so perfect, but...it just seems impossible. It seems unreal. The circus goes bezerk when Harry starts to lean in to kiss me. Okay so this isn't happening. He stops leaning millimeters before he touches my lips. His breath is hot, not like a stinking kind of hot, but like the sexy kind of hot. 

"The touch of your bare skin is the best thing I've ever felt,"he says and that's when I lose it, in my head anyway. I let out a soft moan and I can feel Harry's plump and soft lips curve in to a smirk. I smile and he begins to lean in again. And it feels like hours before I don't feel Harry kissing me or even is hot breath. I open my eyes to see Logan. Oh shizz. I immediately start to count for him and he slaps my hand away. My eyes widen.

"Why?"he asks calmly. I try to open speak but my body just won't let me. I stand there with my mouth open and he just stares at me and his eyes go back that same expression as it did when he was walking up to me this morning at school in study hall before Harry had a talk with him. Dark, scary, and worst of all, mad.

"Why!?"he yelled at me he was in my face like Harry was just a few moments ago, but it didn't feel as romantic. It felt cold like I had no where to go. I was stuck in Logan's anger, lost,"Say something you slut!"

And next thing you know I'm on the floor, crying. He punched me right in the face, but why do I feel like he's right? I feel like I really am a whore a slut, nothing but a toy. I'm piece of junk. Garbage.

Harry's P.O.V

I didn't feel her. I didn't feel her soft lips and it just seemed so quiet and empty. I opened my eyes to see Logan yelling at Jazz, but I didn't hear what he was saying. Everything was just moving faster than me. I had to do something, but I just didn't know what to move. Next thing I knew I was crouching next to Jazz and she was bleeding bad from her nose. Logan punches me in the face. Barely does any damage so I punch him back. He's bleeding, worse than Jazz and he's knocked out. Beach security. Ambulance. Cops. Jail cell. Dad bails me out. He's proud of me for standing up for Jazz. Home. Shower. Sleep. Tuesday. That'll be interesting.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Can you guys tell me what you think in the comments and sorry for taking so long to write every chapter. I'm a busy teen. I've got a great idea for my next Movella and I can't wait for you guys to read it. But for now I'll try to type faster to get this Movella done to make another one that I know is gonna be better than this one. Have a nice life!!!! later and love☺☻♥

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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